After hearing this, Li Ru fell silent. If it was really as Liu Yu said, even if he wanted to lead his troops to attack Chang'an City, he would not have any chance.

The Xiliang soldiers will quickly disperse under the impetus of this imperial edict.

Li Ru looked at the young man in front of him and saw that his eyes were as pure as a stream, touching his heart.

Looking at the innocent smile on Liu Yu's lips, Li Ru felt a little moved for a moment.

This feeling was very strange and extremely luxurious in Li Ru's life, and he soon regained his composure.

At this moment, he did not doubt Liu Yu's sincerity, but for Li Ru, it was too late. He had burned all his passion, and he thought that with this passion, he would bloom the most brilliant flowers in the world. Who knew that everything would be like a short-lived flower. The beauty of the moment withered in an instant.

He and Liu Yu were two different people after all. In Liu Yu's eyes, the most important thing was the Han Dynasty. In his eyes, the Han Dynasty was just a pawn.

Ever since Dong Zhuo led the Xiliang soldiers into Luoyang City, in the eyes of some people who defended the Han Dynasty, the crimes he committed are too numerous to list.

As a relative of the Han Dynasty, Liu Yu was a representative among them. How could he not have resentment towards the Xiliang soldiers in his heart?

A breeze blew by, bringing a hint of chill, and Li Ru raised the questions in his mind.

"Luoyang City has become a ruin in our hands, and now Chang'an City is also in ruins. Countless people have died. After seeing all this, does the emperor's uncle really not want to kill us and give an explanation for those who died?"

The wailing sounds from afar rose one after another and reached Liu Yu's ears. From the sad cries, Liu Yu could feel everything.

Since the Xiliang army entered the city, the chaos in Chang'an reached its peak, and countless civilians died in this battle.

If we talk about the root cause of the chaos in Chang'an, Li Ru should undoubtedly bear the main responsibility. If I kill him now, I will definitely be applauded.

With his current strength, not only will he not take action, he will also deliberately win over the Xiliang Army. The reason is very simple. In this chaotic world, before gaining a firm foothold, all ideals are just illusions and castles in the air.

"No, at least not at this stage. Even if I wanted to kill you, I would issue an imperial decree, promising you high positions and generous salaries, and letting you come to the capital. As long as you come to the capital, I only need to send two soldiers to take your heads. Why would I need to mobilize so many troops and start a war?"

Liu Yu spoke frankly and expressed his thoughts.

Li Ru sneered. This answer was the familiar Liu Huangshu. Far-sighted planning, calm and steady, these were his characteristics. He would definitely not make the same mistake as Wang Yun on this issue.

"Uncle Emperor has gathered us together, so aren't you afraid that those so-called loyal officials of the Han Dynasty will criticize him?"

Liu Yu smiled faintly.

"Now that the Han Dynasty is in decline, it is the time to recruit talents. How can I lose talents for the sake of fame? If Lord Li is willing to submit, I will swear by the Wei River that I will respect him for life and regard him as my teacher, and ask for his advice sooner or later."

In the past, Emperor Guangwu swore an oath by the Luo River to pardon his enemies for the sake of the world. Later generations, when making important oaths, also swore by the water to prove that their oaths were extremely firm.

But before Sima Yi farted beside the Luo River, swearing by the water was still very convincing in the hearts of people of this era.

Liu Yu's words were sincere and his attitude was honest, and even Li Ru, who was used to seeing all kinds of ups and downs, was slightly moved.

But he did not agree to Liu Yu's request. Although he was alive at the moment, his heart died with the disappearance of Dong Zhuo.

Liu Yu's words also evoked Li Ru's memories. He clearly remembered that when he was talking with Dong Zhuo, Dong Zhuo had said something similar.

Now those words are still as fresh as yesterday, but the person has disappeared in the dust.

Countless past events flooded into his mind, then slowly drifted away with the wind.

Li Ru, who felt a little disturbed, regained his composure after a brief struggle.

He did not speak, remaining silent, as if he was still thinking. After a long while, he slowly raised his head and said, "I am honored to be honored by the Emperor's uncle. I only wish to die quickly, and have no other wishes."

There was a dead silence in Li Ru's eyes again, a desperate dead silence.

Apart from this, Liu Yu never saw any color again.

He sighed in his heart, knowing that it would not be easy to convince Li Ru.

Things happened just as Liu Yu expected. After Li Ru finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

Liu Yu had no choice but to temporarily give up trying to persuade Li Ru and let the soldiers take him away and keep him under good care.

As time went on, the battle of Chang'an City was coming to an end. After a joint attack by Guan Yu, Zhang Fei and Zhao Yun, the Western Liang Army was finally defeated.

The news of Zhao Yun's return kept Liu Yu silent for a long time.

Under the coercion of Li Jue, Wang Yun walked down the city wall and was then killed by the Xiliang army.

Liu Yu remembered that the first time he came to Luoyang was to seek refuge with Wang Yun. At that time, he was arrested and thrown into prison. If Wang Yun had not rescued him, he would not have escaped with his life.

Later, he came to Wang Yun's mansion and became famous in Luoyang City with a few copied poems.

It can be said that without Wang Yun, there would be no Liu Yu today.

Countless past events flooded into Liu Yu’s mind like a movie.

There were traces of tears in the corners of Liu Yu's eyes.

After arriving in Chang'an City, Liu Yu had advised Wang Yun more than once to be extremely cautious in dealing with the affairs of the Xiliang Army.

He made a detailed deduction of the matter and told Wang Yun in detail the possible consequences.

I thought that with his knowledge, Wang Yun would be able to make accurate judgments.

Who would have known that, suddenly standing at the pinnacle of power, he would become unprecedentedly inflated, lose his reason, and lose his judgment. Despite my repeated admonitions, he still inexplicably eliminated all the correct options.

Thinking of this, Liu Yu felt helpless and could only let out a long sigh.

It took a long time for Liu Yu to come back to his senses.

"Has Li Jueren been caught?"

"Li Jue and his men refused to surrender and were killed by arrows."

Zhao Yun’s answer was very straightforward.

It's a good thing for him to die like this.

Since he is dead, that's fine. Although Liu Yu was angry that he killed Wang Yun, he was unwilling to do something like grind his bones and scatter his ashes.

"Bury all the soldiers who died this time. Remember to bury them deep."

"Where are Li Jue and others?"

"It must also be buried deep." Liu Yu said indifferently.

"Uncle Emperor is kind and I admire you very much." Zhao Yun saluted respectfully, then turned and left.

Liu Yu was about to explain to him that this had nothing to do with benevolence.

If these bodies are not properly handled and decay, infectious diseases are likely to occur. In this age of zero antibiotics, if a large-scale infectious disease occurs, it will be fatal.

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